Symoblism.
Some conscience outcry of definition, declaration, and defense.
The lack of intelligence, but a language for the sensible.
The translations of bliss and woe for those of us who have a feel for the world.
A mother's son who could sketch the beauty and the beast of a nation
in the hems of his modern history textbook; the classic historian.
I'm going out on the limb, here.
I'm stepping out to graffiti symbols of myself on this freight train,
Hoping it may just so happen to pass you by...
In high hopes that there is a chance that
somebody out there, feels just like me.
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